Ride For Rule Cordell Cotton Smith
LEISURE BOOKS 
NEW YORK CITY
THE END OF THE RANGERS
“I’m going to have some breakfast,” Lady Holt said. “You find out when the hearing is scheduled.”
“What if the judge hasn’t set it yet?”
Her stare made Tanner wish he hadn’t said that.
“I’ll get it done,” he quickly added.
“Good,” she said. “Then ride to the ranch and tell Paulus to drive those rebranded cattle to town. Fast. We’ll turn this thing around real quick.”
She smiled a wicked grin that caught her eyebrows and cocked them. “Tell Judge Opat to expect a telegram from the governor.”
“Citale?”
“Do we have another governor?”
“No, of course not.” He returned the cigar to his mouth and his hat to his head.
“Tell Jaudon his defense remains the same. Exactly the same. This will be the day the Rangers will never forget.” Her laugh was more of a snort.
Tanner spun and left.
“Iva Lee, by tomorrow the Rangers will be history!”
Table of Contents
Cover Page
Title Page
THE END OF THE RANGERS
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-one
Chapter Thirty-two
Chapter Thirty-three
Chapter Thirty-four
Chapter Thirty-five
Chapter Thirty-six
Chapter Thirty-seven
Chapter Thirty-eight
Chapter Thirty-nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-one
Chapter Forty-two
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Chapter One
Texas Ranger John Checker saw the two gunmen coming in the darkness before they saw him. Like a cat, he dove toward the short buffalo grass pushing against the right side of the ranch shed. He rolled until he was lying chest-down in a shallow creek fifteen feet away. His long black hair brushed along the shoulders of his Comanche tunic.
